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Not even the sound of breathing penetrated the thick silence smothering the occupants of the war-torn hallway. Meryl wasn't even sure she still was breathing. She had heard the gunfire. She was sure she was dead. Wolfwood wouldn't miss twice. Like a true coward, she had squeezed her eyes shut, unable to look her own death in the face.
But why, then, hadn't anything happened? She had felt no pain. Perhaps it had killed her quick. Or perhaps...it hadn't killed her at all.
The silence was penetrated by a scream. High-pitched, frightened, the scream came from a woman: Millie.
Cautiously, Meryl opened her eyes, took a breath. The scene before her, however, took that breath away.
Blood. Seeping out through the black of Wolfwood's jacket, staining the fabric to an even darker shade. Millie, on her knees, her face in her hands, weeping. Wolfwood, his eyes wide in shock, fell to the floor, breathing shallowly.
Meryl was lost. Her revolver still lay on the carpet. Its twin was buried safely in her holster. Obviously, she did not attack Wolfwood. The injury in shoulder, in addition to her lack of weapons, had made sure of that.
Comprehension returned as the fear of immediate death receded. With it, came the pain of having been shot. She grasped her shoulder, her air hissing through her teeth. She could feel blood oozing onto her fingers. Tears stung her eyes. She had never been shot before.
But what had happened? How could Wolfwood have been shot?
She could feel her energy receding. The world began to waver unsteadily. She did, however, pick up on the sound of scuffling feet behind her.
She turned, her vision blurry. Her heart raced. She feared it was Legato, come to finish her off, as he had Wolfwood.
Her breathing was irregular. She knew she was losing consciousness, and she couldn't stop it. She didn't want to stop it. She was too tired. There was so much pain...
As Meryl began to crumple to the floor, all she was was a blur of red.
Determination and...courage....
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Not even the sound of breathing penetrated the thick silence smothering the occupants of the war-torn hallway. Meryl wasn't even sure she still was breathing. She had heard the gunfire. She was sure she was dead. Wolfwood wouldn't miss twice. Like a true coward, she had squeezed her eyes shut, unable to look her own death in the face.
But why, then, hadn't anything happened? She had felt no pain. Perhaps it had killed her quick. Or perhaps...it hadn't killed her at all.
The silence was penetrated by a scream. High-pitched, frightened, the scream came from a woman: Millie.
Cautiously, Meryl opened her eyes, took a breath. The scene before her, however, took that breath away.
Blood. Seeping out through the black of Wolfwood's jacket, staining the fabric to an even darker shade. Millie, on her knees, her face in her hands, weeping. Wolfwood, his eyes wide in shock, fell to the floor, breathing shallowly.
Meryl was lost. Her revolver still lay on the carpet. Its twin was buried safely in her holster. Obviously, she did not attack Wolfwood. The injury in shoulder, in addition to her lack of weapons, had made sure of that.
Comprehension returned as the fear of immediate death receded. With it, came the pain of having been shot. She grasped her shoulder, her air hissing through her teeth. She could feel blood oozing onto her fingers. Tears stung her eyes. She had never been shot before.
But what had happened? How could Wolfwood have been shot?
She could feel her energy receding. The world began to waver unsteadily. She did, however, pick up on the sound of scuffling feet behind her.
She turned, her vision blurry. Her heart raced. She feared it was Legato, come to finish her off, as he had Wolfwood.
Her breathing was irregular. She knew she was losing consciousness, and she couldn't stop it. She didn't want to stop it. She was too tired. There was so much pain...
As Meryl began to crumple to the floor, all she was was a blur of red.
Determination and...courage....